Immortal Devil Transformation

This young woman in green looks like a beautiful little village girl who went into the forest valley by mistake. /

however, no village girl in the world will enter the lost forest by mistake, so quietly appear in front of this hidden army.

Just at the first time, song xuku reflected where he had seen the picture of the young woman and who he was.

Before he could make any response, a sharp chill had already poured out of his heart and filled his whole body.

There is a wind passing through the forest, just like a ghost whimpering, and a flying sword with real chill. If it comes from outside, it will directly stab song xuku, the general!

A slight hiss.

It's like cutting a piece of wet paper. One of the closest attendants who first responded, with several scars on his face, stopped in front of the sword Road, and then cut the flying sword with a knife. The sharp acceleration of the sword flow was just passing by his shining blade, cutting under his helmet accurately and cutting off the artery in his neck.

"When!"

Song Xu pulled out his sword and continued to attack the flying sword at the point of the sword. The sharp killing and chill of the flying sword made him have no time to issue any military orders at all. However, one of the deputies beside him also knew who the young woman was or resolutely issued an order for him: "release the arrow!"

The hum of countless bowstrings and the unique wind breaking sound of arrow tail feathers when they are separated from bowstrings instantly fill the whole valley.

This serious looking young woman naturally praised Gu Xinyin as the real genius of Nangong Weiyang.

When these voices filled the valley, she just made the simplest move, and shrank to the back of a nearby tree.

"Aggressive... Aggressive... Aggressive There was a sound of arrow that was so intense that it made the teeth itch. The tree was full of black arrows, and countless pieces of bark and wood flew away.

Nangong Weiyang didn't show up from behind the big tree, but her flying sword was still flying around Song xuku's body. In the moment when the arrow fell, it all flew up close to the ground, cutting the throat of a close attendant behind song xuku.

……

The valley, hidden in countless towering trees, is far away from Linxi and other people's woods and grass. However, when the sound of arrows breaking through the sky sounded, the three teachers and Linxi of the college were acutely aware of it at the first time.

"Stop here and I'll see what's going on."

Li Wuma, who hasn't made a sound all the time, made a low sound. The whole person was like a dark shadow disappearing rapidly in the sun, disappearing rapidly in the forest, and plunging towards the direction of the sound.

"How does Miss Li do this?" Lin Xi looked at the place where Li Wu disappeared. At that rapid speed, he didn't even make a sound. He couldn't help thinking that the lecturers and professors of the college were not the existence that ordinary practitioners in the world could understand. After saying this, he thought that Tang Yuren and LAN Qifeng might not understand their own meaning, and then added, "I mean How can he castrate so fast, but he doesn't make any noise? "

"Any ability different from that of ordinary people comes from the skill of using soul power." Tang Yuren takes a look at Lin Xi and says: "a certain degree of soul power can release, which can make him always like a layer of fluffy feathers Of course, it will take a lot of time to train

"Students are taught." Lin Xi respectfully thanked him and looked at the location of countless arrows breaking through the air. He thought for a moment, no more words, sat down and closed his eyes and began to try to enter the meditation to add some soul power to meet the fierce battle that could come.

Seeing this scene, Blue Phoenix and Tang Yuren's eyes flashed a trace of wonder.

……

After song xukui, a close attendant fell down with a blood spurt in his throat.

However, the four close attendants were definitely replaced. Dozens of heavily armored soldiers with thick shields came running quickly. They squatted down a few steps away from Song xukui and formed a circle of iron walls with their bodies and shields, protecting the land several feet below song xukui.

After taking the place of song xukufa's order to shoot the arrow, the deputy general didn't hesitate at all. He stretched out two fingers, then clenched his fist and waved down hard.

"Attack!"

At the same time, several school captains sent out a fierce drink, and a light armored army of 500 soldiers rushed out, like a flood rushing towards the south palace Weiyang.

Biluobian army is the best army in Yunqin. Even when encountering the existence of the saint division level, there is still no panic. It launched a counterattack on the spot.

As we all know, none of these soldiers, like the previous arrows, can pose any threat to this holy master at all. However, they can at least disperse some spirit of the holy master, and at least consume some soul power. In the view of these Iron-blooded soldiers who often fight with practitioners, even every sword light will cut the throat of one soldier and take one away Sergeant's life It is also worth using the life of a sergeant to consume the soul power of the holy master's sword.

After all, the swords of the holy master spend a lot of soul power every rest time in the air, and now the distance between Nangong Weiyang and them is less than 200 steps.

At such a distance, everyone in the army led by song xukui was full of the confidence to kill Nangong Weiyang. As for whether they would die or the companions around them, they forced out their minds and did not think at the moment. Because many of Biluo's troops, from the general to the next rank of sergeant, have such iron blood and strong will, so in the past ten years, Biluo's border army has more practitioners than any other border army.

"Poof!"

At the moment when the deputy general ordered the light armor army closest to Nangong Weiyang to attack and kill at full speed, the sword light of Nangong Weiyang cut through his body.

He avoids his neck and head, but the sword light slides down his shoulder. The arm that he just clenched his fist broke off. The strength of the flying sword seems to be stronger than that when he just killed two near service practitioners. The icy cold breath penetrated into his body, making half of his body lose consciousness, There was no blood running from the shoulder wound.

Song xuku holds the long and thin calyx sword in his hand, and only Nangong Weiyang is in his eyes.

Five hundred light armor soldiers rushed forward at full speed. However, at this time, there was another terrible sound of bowstring shaking in the forest.

The sound made the pupils of song xuku and several generals shrink rapidly.

Because it's not from their army!

The dense black feather arrow, with the bleak sound of breaking through the air, shot out from the forest behind Nangong Weiyang, covering the light armor army approaching Nangong Weiyang.

Countless broken black arrows and blood formed a wave of black and red, splashed in the forest.

It is also the excellent archery of Yunqin that has played a terrible role in killing people. At least half of the light armored soldiers are pierced by the archery and fall to the ground heavily.

But what's strange is that these arrows seem to carry a unique desert wind and dust. At the moment of falling, there are many very thin yellow sands also shaking in this sky.

"Back!"

Song xuku knew that he was facing the rebel army in the dusk of Nanshan in the moment when the yellow sand was shaking and flying, and a very fierce voice had been heard from his mouth.

Nangong Weiyang's flying sword did not fly to his side when he was differentiation of mind and spirit, but flew into the archer army which was also in the forefront.

A wave of blood keeps shooting in the air, just like dozens of people are pouring hot blood into the sky with buckets. At the moment, Nangong Weiyang didn't cherish the soul power accumulated in her body. Under her sharp soul power consumption, her flying sword also became the sickle of death. A series of elite soldiers who couldn't see her flying sword fell like the cut rice.

"Attack!"

Knowing that if he could not sink into the holy division of the other side in the array, song Xu, who was bound to suffer more severe losses, turned pale and waved before clenching his fist, and issued the order of the whole army to assault.

At the same time, in the forest behind Nangong Weiyang, there was a voice of the same content, the same cold voice.

Arrow rain keeps falling.

The remnant of the light armor army, which had just retreated for a few steps, stopped and ended in an instant when they wanted to fight back. A ruthless arrow pierced their bodies and nailed them to the ground.

A black armor sergeant who seemed to be carrying sand rushed out of the forest and killed the army of song xuku.

In the past, the army of dusk in Nanshan was no stronger than the Fenglin army of song and xuku. At the moment, the black armor of these soldiers seems to have been eroded by the yellow sand, and they look a little down. However, all of them seem to be shining in the desert.

As a rebel, the vast majority of people in Nanshan Dusk's army think that this life will be spent like the roving bandits in the desert. They are buried in the yellow sand for thousands of miles, and they will never return to their hometown, or even bear the name of the rebel forever. Now they have returned to biluoling. How can these soldiers, who have experienced incredible hardships, not be excited? How can they have no light Color.

Moreover, there are such holy teachers as Nangong Weiyang in their array.

Their archery was in good condition, but their archery was completely destroyed.

In the valley, there was a sharp crash of blades, guns and shields. In the roar, people on both sides fell down in disorder from time to time. Their legs were broken and flying. The blood was sprayed from the armor, and the dead leaves on the ground were dyed red.

In a face-to-face way, the battle reached the most tragic stage. However, the army in dusk of Nanshan took the absolute upper hand in an instant, killing the hundred battles army in song and xuku into a mess.

Song xuku's hair has been soaked by his own sweat. He knows that his time left is not much. As long as the other side's Sergeant slightly scattered his bodyguard and near waiter, the flying sword that does not know where to fly at the moment will take his life.

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Just as song Xu watched his army's defeat helplessly and waited for his last time to be loyal to the great general, Li Wu, the lecturer in black robes of the college who was close to the valley, had also determined the identity of the two opposing armies.

At this time, in the chaos of the battlefield, Nangong Weiyang was acutely aware of his unexpected guest's breath. His feet were wrong, and he was constantly backward